My name is Amanda Green (pen name). I was born and live in England, UK, and I set up this website and wrote two memoirs and one self-help book to share with my readers the stories of my issues with mental illness, therapy and recovery. I also write thought provoking, inspiring fiction including drama and women’s fiction, plus dark short story collections including psychological thrillers.

I regularly post blogs about mental health coping strategies, writing and inspirational things to do, but this site contains so much more. I hope you enjoy looking around.

I am also a BACP (British Association of Counsellors and Psychotherapists) qualified Counsellor, and am humbled by my work with clients. I can help with many issues, but specialise in dealing with Anxiety, Depression and Borderline Personality Disorder.

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So, here goes a life, trashed from her twenties, double trashed from her eighties. Some would say it’s a great thing to

mum and dad June 2017 at the carvery enjoying a nice dessert, how quickly things can change

live until your eighties, but is it really, when you’ve been tormented by mental health issues all your life and then you go and get Vascular Dementia and all sorts of other ailments? I am not her, just her daughter, and I can only see it through my eyes, as she wouldn’t talk about mental illness when compos mentis, and now finds it difficult through her dementia. She cries and says she cannot look forward, and is basically depressed, talking about being ‘laid down’ to rest. I know she won’t live forever now, despite her good physical health throughout her life, because if the brain goes, the physical health goes with it, because of the lack of eating, and how everything slows down. So, tonight, I thought I might write about it. Perhaps cathartic for me, and useful or interesting for my readers. For I am one in millions who will go through this kind of situation in the world.

Let me start by saying I have not edited this post. It was enough to write it than to re-read it and make any corrections…

I want to share with you a little of my ongoing journey with my mum’s mental illness. Her and my dad’s 60th

mum and I Dec 2015 (a rare smiley photo of my mum)

wedding anniversary came and went last week. The day was all good until mum turned, and began shouting in the shop and refusing to move.

Sixty years ago, my mum was sectioned, and taken to a psychiatric hospital for a year. She was diagnosed with catatonic schizophrenia. Whatever they did to her, including electric shock treatments and medications (I shall never know the full extent of her treatments), she didn’t know who my dad was when he visited and she had to learn about living again. At first, she was like a child, being taught how to buy something in a shop. She never did get to a fully responsible adult stage, but had four children, of which I was the last and the only girl.